User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Riddle of the Lost Blade/@comment-1298206-20120321234314/@comment-3474228-20120322020813

Vulcan chews on a roasted pigeon in his tent, a senseless Abbot bound to a chair in front of him. He smiles at his prize for a while, unaware that two sets of eyes are watching his tent from outside. Starmort and Jippa lie behind the cover of thick foliage a few trees away, having witnessed the Abbot being taken into Vulcan's tent. Jippa whispers. "They'll have known we'd come after 'im, this is their precaution." The ever silent Starmort nods his head and continues to look. A few trees behind them, the twins Fleck and Fieval have the rat propped up against a tree trunk